Breaking bridges

is not

as arduous

or demanding

as it sounds.

 

Even desultory

neglect will

suffice

to crumble

them to such fine

dust

that looking back,

nothing

is visible

except the

miasma

of a void.

 

Underneath it

all,

gently flows

the shimmering river

in which

we will

never ever step in,

twice.